Can’t Win Me Back

"Lyse, you're finally awake!" Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly.

He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears.

"You've been sleeping for 24 hours.

You really scared me to death.

I was afraid that you were unwell! "T got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose.

You can't keep going on without food.

No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself.

Is it even worth it this way?" As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right.

Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her.

The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him.

"Sure...

kitchen staff

It'll be ready soon.

than an hour later, the

sat in a wheelchair, two female helpers pushed her into the bathroom and

her up, groomed her, and changed

color returned to her face when

still sunken, and she looked

was

leaned down, and put his arms around

he held her tightly in his arms, a look of hatred flashed

devoid of any strength to

carried her carefully to the

on his lap and continued to hold

that his straightened suit was all crumpled

your mobility

her tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut

Jameson's patience was reserved

her moistened

she

eyes had faded, replaced by an emptiness, a

fingers grazing her cheek, his

well so that you'll look good in

you're also very beautiful now." Alyssa shuddered when she thought about that

dared to be overly resistant against Jameson's idea of wanting to marry